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THE CHARMS OF LIFE.
WHAT hath life to charm us? Flowers
Whose sweet lips have ever sung
Carols from the fields and bowers,
In perfume's universal tongue.
Choral fairies bright and merry!
Hark! I hear your silver bells,
Chiming from the tufted dells
A May-day welcome-hey down derry!
Hark again! those jocund calls
Are Echo's voice, who loves to mock
The laughter of the waterfalls
That leap for joy from rock to rock.
And now the winds their organ ply,
Tuned to the music of the birds,
And rustling leaves and lowing herds,
Oh! what a thrilling harmony!
Joys there are of wider scope,
Our social and domestic ties,
Faith, love, charity, and hope,
With all their mingled ecstacies.
And mental bliss that never cloys,
But charms the head and thrills the heart;
Life! how grand a boon thou art !
Life! how sumless-are thy joys!
A HINT TO CYNICS.
Youth, beauty, love, delight,
All blessings bright and dear,
Like shooting stars by night,
Flash, fall, and disappear.
Let Cynics doubt their worth,
Because they're born to die,
The wiser sons of earth
Will snatch them ere they fly.
Tho' mingled with alloy,
We throw not gold away;
Then why reject the joy
That’s blended with decay?
PEACE to the tenants of the tomb
Whom oft we met in hall and bower,
Peace to the buried friends with whom
We shared the charm of music's hour;
Tho' dead, they are not mute, for still
Does memory wake some favour'd strain
That makes our yearning bosoms thrill
As if they lived and sang again.
Health to the friends we still possess;
Oh! long and often may we meet,
Our yet remaining years to bless
With Music's pleasures pure and sweet :
And praises to the power divine
That gave to man the precious boon, Which makes life's social evening shine
As brightly as its morn and noon.
THE BARD'S INSCRIPTION IN HIS DAUGHTER'S
The thoughtful reader here may see
A little world's epitome
In turning each successive folio;
Names, drawings, music, poems, prose,
This Album's multifarious olio.
Its owner, from her circle wide
Of friends, may here survey with pride
A cherish'd tributary Cento;
And when they're absent,--alter'd-dead
Each contribution will be read
With double zest as a memento.